(just a note, this follows the sixth year at Hogwarts ^_^)
The morning of Sunday, August thirty first, the usually calm and quiet
atmosphere of Number four Privet Drive, home of the Dursleys was shattered
by a cry of.
"P-p-petunia!" Uncle Vernon shouted from the front hall where the mail had just arrived. The entire Dursley family, and Harry, rushed into the hall to stare at what was unmistakably, a letter. This letter, however, was different from the boring mail that the Dursleys usually received. This letter was written in a flowery script that most people didn't use, written in bottle green ink, sealed with an unfamiliar wax stamp, and addressed as follows:
Mr. H Potter
The smallest bedroom
Number four Privet Drive
Little Whinging
Surrey Now, most people would not understand why the Dursleys were all standing about gaping at a letter addressed to a boy named Harry, but these people were different. About five years ago, the exact same kind of letter had arrived. To the Dursley's horror, it had been a letter telling Harry that he had been accepted to Hogwarts, the finest witch and wizard school in the country.
Harry stood silently, fingering his forehead and wondering. He ran his fingers over his scar again and again, remembering what he could of the night he had gotten it. It is easier to swallow the Dursley's phony story about a car crash, but Harry knew where he had gotten it. Avada Kedavra. The Killing Curse. He had received that scar when the darkest and most feared wizard had tried to kill him. Voldemort. So feared that most witches and wizards dare not speak his name, simply, out of fear.
Instead of killing Harry, the curse was deflected and came back at Voldemort. He was reduced to spirit, thinner than the meanest ghost. Harry kept thinking, why? Why was he spared out of so many? But, Dumbledor had explained it. Love. A man that evil could not kill him for his mother died trying to save him. Love shielded him, even from Voldemort's touch. But that had changed. Last year, his fourth year at Hogwarts, Voldemort used Harry's blood in an ancient spell and was now able to touch him. For now, Voldemort had a body.
"Come on, out with it boy, what've you done now?" Aunt Petunia spat at Harry, looking as though she had swallowed quite a few whole lemons. "Nothing, absolutely nothing, but could I read my letter?" Harry said, quite truthfully. He heard the silence (if you can hear silence) and looked at Uncle Vernon. He could see the great struggle occurring in his mind. He didn't want Harry to read the letter, because it could have something to do with magic, and he and Petunia hated magic, but on the other hand, last time they hadn't allowed Harry to read such a letter, a giant with a pink umbrella had chased them for a week. There was only one thing to do, and Harry knew they didn't want to, but Uncle Vernon sighed," I guess you can read it."
Fighting an urge to laugh madly at the faces of his aunt and cousin he snatched the letter and dashed to his room taking the stairs two at a time. He then tore open the envelope, and read his letter.
"Dear Mr. Potter," it read, "We are sorry to inform you that because of the imminent threat of Lord Voldemort, the Ministry of Magic has decided that all underage wizards must be kept at their schools to insure sufficient protection. We are sorry to have interrupted your holiday and ask that you be in your backyard with all your school things by 12:00 today. There will be a portkey there to take you to Diagon Alley. Be on time.
Sincerely,
Professor McGonagall.
Harry's heart leapt so high he though it would surely come flying out of one of his ears. He was leaving the Dursley's early! Now, he had to go and tell the Dursleys he was leaving. He leapt into the hallway and slid down the banister into the kitchen.
The first thing Harry noticed was that the clock in the kitchen read 11:50. The second (how COULD he have missed her?!) was that Aunt Marge was sitting at the small table. He remembered what had happened last time Aunt Marge had visited. "Uncle Vernon," Harry said with some difficulty since his throat didn't seem to be working properly, "I need to see you in the hall." Harry turned into the hall with Vernon following. "You'll be behaving properly this time I trust?" Uncle Vernon said. "Uncle Vernon, I have to leave NOW!" said Harry. "Oh no you don't! You have to apologize to your Aunt Marge! Now March!" Uncle Vernon said, pointing to the kitchen. "Uncle Vernon, if I don't leave now, a squad of fully trained wizards will be after me." He said, knowing Uncle Vernon's reaction to magic. "I don't care if your whole stupid Ministry comes after you, you are not leaving!" Uncle Vernon shouted pulling at his moustache. "Uncle Vernon, do you remember the last time a wizard was in our hous?" Harry said slyly. "You are a dang-blasted wizard!" Uncle Vernon roared, his face a reddish- purple, starting on Harry with outstretched hands. "No, when Mr. Weasly came?" Harry said, slowly inching backwards towards the stairs. "ehhhh. Well I suppose if you apologize to your Aunt, you may go." Said Uncle Vernon, silently remembering the time Mr. Weasly came.
Harry dashed upstairs and packed his things then sprinted into the kitchen. "Imsorryantmargillneverdoitgainthangyougoobye." Harry said in one breath, rushing out into the yard. He immeadiatly noticed the portkey. In Aunt Petunia's usually immaculate yard there was a newspaper. Harry lugged all of his things over to it. He checked the watch Hermione had given to him, it was resistant to everything. 11:59. He grabbed the portkey and a second later he felt a hook behing his navel and he flew up over London. A minute later he was landing in the backyard of a famous wizard pub, the Leaky Cauldron. He went inside and was immediately greeted by Tom, the toothless barkeeper, and many other Hogwarts students. Harry noticed the first years, but he also noticed a few new older students including. "Fleur!", he shouted giving Fleur a hug. "Harry!" she said giving him a hug and kissing him twice on each cheek as was her custom. "Oh Harry!" Hermione cried tearfully flinging her arms around him and crying on his shoulder. "She's been hysterical, you cut it very close." Ron said, but as Harry looked at him, he knew at least he was joking. "Yez, but 'es 'ere now." Fleur said, soothingly and gently prying Hermione off him and patting her on the back as she cried a bit more on Fleur's shoulder. "She's been a bit emotional ever since the Patil twins and Dean Thomas missed their portkeys." Ron said. (Hope that's enough for now, this chapter is not over yet, it's long enough though!^_^)
"P-p-petunia!" Uncle Vernon shouted from the front hall where the mail had just arrived. The entire Dursley family, and Harry, rushed into the hall to stare at what was unmistakably, a letter. This letter, however, was different from the boring mail that the Dursleys usually received. This letter was written in a flowery script that most people didn't use, written in bottle green ink, sealed with an unfamiliar wax stamp, and addressed as follows:
Mr. H Potter
The smallest bedroom
Number four Privet Drive
Little Whinging
Surrey Now, most people would not understand why the Dursleys were all standing about gaping at a letter addressed to a boy named Harry, but these people were different. About five years ago, the exact same kind of letter had arrived. To the Dursley's horror, it had been a letter telling Harry that he had been accepted to Hogwarts, the finest witch and wizard school in the country.
Harry stood silently, fingering his forehead and wondering. He ran his fingers over his scar again and again, remembering what he could of the night he had gotten it. It is easier to swallow the Dursley's phony story about a car crash, but Harry knew where he had gotten it. Avada Kedavra. The Killing Curse. He had received that scar when the darkest and most feared wizard had tried to kill him. Voldemort. So feared that most witches and wizards dare not speak his name, simply, out of fear.
Instead of killing Harry, the curse was deflected and came back at Voldemort. He was reduced to spirit, thinner than the meanest ghost. Harry kept thinking, why? Why was he spared out of so many? But, Dumbledor had explained it. Love. A man that evil could not kill him for his mother died trying to save him. Love shielded him, even from Voldemort's touch. But that had changed. Last year, his fourth year at Hogwarts, Voldemort used Harry's blood in an ancient spell and was now able to touch him. For now, Voldemort had a body.
"Come on, out with it boy, what've you done now?" Aunt Petunia spat at Harry, looking as though she had swallowed quite a few whole lemons. "Nothing, absolutely nothing, but could I read my letter?" Harry said, quite truthfully. He heard the silence (if you can hear silence) and looked at Uncle Vernon. He could see the great struggle occurring in his mind. He didn't want Harry to read the letter, because it could have something to do with magic, and he and Petunia hated magic, but on the other hand, last time they hadn't allowed Harry to read such a letter, a giant with a pink umbrella had chased them for a week. There was only one thing to do, and Harry knew they didn't want to, but Uncle Vernon sighed," I guess you can read it."
Fighting an urge to laugh madly at the faces of his aunt and cousin he snatched the letter and dashed to his room taking the stairs two at a time. He then tore open the envelope, and read his letter.
"Dear Mr. Potter," it read, "We are sorry to inform you that because of the imminent threat of Lord Voldemort, the Ministry of Magic has decided that all underage wizards must be kept at their schools to insure sufficient protection. We are sorry to have interrupted your holiday and ask that you be in your backyard with all your school things by 12:00 today. There will be a portkey there to take you to Diagon Alley. Be on time.
Sincerely,
Professor McGonagall.
Harry's heart leapt so high he though it would surely come flying out of one of his ears. He was leaving the Dursley's early! Now, he had to go and tell the Dursleys he was leaving. He leapt into the hallway and slid down the banister into the kitchen.
The first thing Harry noticed was that the clock in the kitchen read 11:50. The second (how COULD he have missed her?!) was that Aunt Marge was sitting at the small table. He remembered what had happened last time Aunt Marge had visited. "Uncle Vernon," Harry said with some difficulty since his throat didn't seem to be working properly, "I need to see you in the hall." Harry turned into the hall with Vernon following. "You'll be behaving properly this time I trust?" Uncle Vernon said. "Uncle Vernon, I have to leave NOW!" said Harry. "Oh no you don't! You have to apologize to your Aunt Marge! Now March!" Uncle Vernon said, pointing to the kitchen. "Uncle Vernon, if I don't leave now, a squad of fully trained wizards will be after me." He said, knowing Uncle Vernon's reaction to magic. "I don't care if your whole stupid Ministry comes after you, you are not leaving!" Uncle Vernon shouted pulling at his moustache. "Uncle Vernon, do you remember the last time a wizard was in our hous?" Harry said slyly. "You are a dang-blasted wizard!" Uncle Vernon roared, his face a reddish- purple, starting on Harry with outstretched hands. "No, when Mr. Weasly came?" Harry said, slowly inching backwards towards the stairs. "ehhhh. Well I suppose if you apologize to your Aunt, you may go." Said Uncle Vernon, silently remembering the time Mr. Weasly came.
Harry dashed upstairs and packed his things then sprinted into the kitchen. "Imsorryantmargillneverdoitgainthangyougoobye." Harry said in one breath, rushing out into the yard. He immeadiatly noticed the portkey. In Aunt Petunia's usually immaculate yard there was a newspaper. Harry lugged all of his things over to it. He checked the watch Hermione had given to him, it was resistant to everything. 11:59. He grabbed the portkey and a second later he felt a hook behing his navel and he flew up over London. A minute later he was landing in the backyard of a famous wizard pub, the Leaky Cauldron. He went inside and was immediately greeted by Tom, the toothless barkeeper, and many other Hogwarts students. Harry noticed the first years, but he also noticed a few new older students including. "Fleur!", he shouted giving Fleur a hug. "Harry!" she said giving him a hug and kissing him twice on each cheek as was her custom. "Oh Harry!" Hermione cried tearfully flinging her arms around him and crying on his shoulder. "She's been hysterical, you cut it very close." Ron said, but as Harry looked at him, he knew at least he was joking. "Yez, but 'es 'ere now." Fleur said, soothingly and gently prying Hermione off him and patting her on the back as she cried a bit more on Fleur's shoulder. "She's been a bit emotional ever since the Patil twins and Dean Thomas missed their portkeys." Ron said. (Hope that's enough for now, this chapter is not over yet, it's long enough though!^_^)